Part ; 11

                                    

                                          
Sailor's Point of View
                          
   "Sailor, hurry, Steven's gonna freak if you don't get up now!" Bell was shaking me. "What'd I miss?" I said groggily as she pulled me out of bed. "Filming." she said simply as she dragged me to get my makeup done. I saw a few other people sitting around me. "Aliens?" I asked, and they nodded. "Wait, let me guess-" I cut one off as she opened her mouth to speak. "Moriarties! That's what you are!" I shrieked with excitement, but quickly lost my enthusiasm as one shook their head. "Silurians." the woman answered. "What are 'Moriarties?'" I stared at her. "Moriarity, y'know, from 'Sherlock'?" I replied as they stared blankly back at me. "Watch the show, it's pretty cool" I smiles back as the makeup artist turned me away. "No, not the lipstick!" I struggled as she attempted to put makeup on me. "Not the eye shadow, please! I have a family to go home to! Mercy!" I shrieked as the woman put makeup all over my face. "Now I see why Moffat picked you to be Brett." she smirked as she turned me around to look in the mirror. I climbed down from the tall, hot pink chair and turned to face Bell. "Wardrobe time." I groaned as she pulled me into another room.
                          
   I must admit, putting on clothes is not as fun as I thought. I mean, my character does have a good sense of style, but it's a pain in the butt to put on every single little thing. Brett wears a white tank top, a black cropped shirt with the words "As if" written in big silver letters, a leather jacket, a short-ish black skirt, knee-high word search socks (I know. They're amazing!), and black combat boots. After the hour long wardrobe session, it was time for filming. "Ezra, Matt, go ahead and get into the bus. I have to find-oh, thank god. I truly don't know what I'd do without you Bell."
                          
   Steven came into view as I turned a corner. "Sailor, onto the bus, please." he herded me onto a big bus with the Doctor Who logo on the side. Ezra and Matt were saving me a seat right in front of a television screen. Matt handed me a little disc that said "Sherlock:The Entire Series 1". I quickly inserted it into the little slot, practically jumping with joy. "Thought you'd like that." Ezra muttered as the theme song started playing. "Yes! yes! I hope you don't mind if I skip ahead." I said absentmindedly, already pressing a button on the remote as I said this. I paused it at a certain spot.
                          
   "Moriarity! I freakin' love him! Ah, Andrew Scott..." I said, completely fangirling in front of the entire cast. "I met him once, you know. Dad took me." I started telling Ezra as Moffat turned around in his seat and smiled at me. "Ah, yes, your father. Wonderful actor. He obviously passed it down to you." he immediately took a picture of me watching the show, and texted it to someone. Right after he sent it, I received a text. "Nice. One of my favorite episodes. Hope you enjoy filming! -Dad" I texted him back "Why wouldn't I be watching this amazing work of art? You obviously put a lot of time into this. By the way, nice cheekbones." I put my phone away, not bothering to read his reply. "Sailor, we're here." Moffat pulled me out of my seat. I stretched my legs. "Finally! That was the longest car ride EVER!" I stepped out of the bus to meet a ton of screaming fans. "OHMIGOD! I LOVE YOU MATT!" I randomly heard a little girl's voice. "Who the heck are you?" someone asked me. "Sailor Elizabeth Cumberbatch." I replies simply as they realized who I was. "Oh. My. God. Can I have your autograph?!" I signed her paper as more girls rushed up. "Hold it, my pen ran out of ink." I stalled them for a second before dashing off to the set. "By the way, Sailor, you were only on that bus for 20 minutes." a voice whispered in my ear. "Nice to know, Moff." I turned around to only see the TARDIS.